So. Valentine's. It was nice. I liked The Melting Pot-- it was a four-course meal. The cheese fondue had champagne in it, and the dessert was cheesecake, brownie, strawberries, banannas, and pineapple in dark chocolate with Gran Marnier. It was fantastic. It also ended up quite a surprise-- no one told me about the special menu when I made reservations, so it was quite costly. Easily the most expensive dinner I've ever had. But as Mike said, it's all about the experience, and it was nice -- I'd go back for the cheese fondue, the salads, and of course the dessert. Speaking of chocolate, I'm drowning in it-- mmmm, Godiva. I think I'll stretch them out-- one before bed every night until I'm out. They're certainly rich enough.
And Anna and Angel-- I'm glad you liked your gifts. :)
Other than that, I feel kind of blah. I had kind of an emotional evening before Mike left, and it's left me a little drained. We resolved everything, but I really need to work on my newfound lack of emotional control. I don't know what's with me lately-- I cry too easily. I feel too needy. I crave solitude. I'll be in bed within the half-hour.
I'm also worried about tax stuff. My W2's came back saying that no taxes had been taken out last year, and my pay stubs show that I'm tax exempt both federally and state-wise. Which would sound normal except for the fact that even if you're exempt, don't they take out taxes and then just give them back in check-form?? The bottom of my last pay stub says "Your federal taxable wages this period are [amt. of my check]," but it shows that nothing was taken out.
I think because I'm still in college, my parents still claim me as a dependent, so I hope to god I didn't screw up and claim myself as independent. And also? My school should deduct taxes because I get payment in check-form. I'd make at least $15 more if I had it directly deposited into a tuition account. I'm all nervous. I'm such a retard sometimes-- why didn't I pay more attention? And I have to wait until tomorrow to figure it out-- it's eating me up. I can't afford to owe the government money. Anybody who has some type of suggestion or advice, I'd be appreciative.
I need to go to bed before I get carried away with nightmares about how I owe the IRS hundreds of dollars. Hopefully, it's all okay, and I'm just being my worrywart self. But considering that this school can't do anything right, and for that matter, neither can I? Urrrrrrghh.
And Anna and Angel-- I'm glad you liked your gifts. :)
Other than that, I feel kind of blah. I had kind of an emotional evening before Mike left, and it's left me a little drained. We resolved everything, but I really need to work on my newfound lack of emotional control. I don't know what's with me lately-- I cry too easily. I feel too needy. I crave solitude. I'll be in bed within the half-hour.
I'm also worried about tax stuff. My W2's came back saying that no taxes had been taken out last year, and my pay stubs show that I'm tax exempt both federally and state-wise. Which would sound normal except for the fact that even if you're exempt, don't they take out taxes and then just give them back in check-form?? The bottom of my last pay stub says "Your federal taxable wages this period are [amt. of my check]," but it shows that nothing was taken out.
I think because I'm still in college, my parents still claim me as a dependent, so I hope to god I didn't screw up and claim myself as independent. And also? My school should deduct taxes because I get payment in check-form. I'd make at least $15 more if I had it directly deposited into a tuition account. I'm all nervous. I'm such a retard sometimes-- why didn't I pay more attention? And I have to wait until tomorrow to figure it out-- it's eating me up. I can't afford to owe the government money. Anybody who has some type of suggestion or advice, I'd be appreciative.
I need to go to bed before I get carried away with nightmares about how I owe the IRS hundreds of dollars. Hopefully, it's all okay, and I'm just being my worrywart self. But considering that this school can't do anything right, and for that matter, neither can I? Urrrrrrghh.